moonqueen Posted March 9, 2011 Share Posted March 9, 2011 (edited) day's end sunset, shimmering as golden coins of sinking treasure, sketches the limit between mountain and sky, queerly leaves her bereft of inspiration. perched now at the usual edge, her parity falters. her eyes flash glittering ice shards, she strains to avert her fall. he reaches for her, proceeds into her delusions, cradles her from inside, with hands from which she will not break loose. he is her emollient. eerie orange radiance adorns her world in that absolute last juncture preceding dusk, creates a nimbus behind the image of him in her mind. ©tlp 2011 Edited March 9, 2011 by moonqueen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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